Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bangladesh and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Monks to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Underground Resistance,
Mad Mike,
Soulsonic Force,
Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
KRS-One,
Outsiders,
The Mummies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hot Snakes,
World's Most,
the Normal,
Warren Ellis,
DNA,
Bauhaus,
New Order,
The Leaves,
The Standells,
In Retrospect,
New Age Steppers,
The Invisible,
Peter and Kerry,
Alton Ellis,
John Lydon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Second Layer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
La Düsseldorf,
Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Eric Dolphy,
Carl Craig,
Excepter,
D'Angelo,
Roger Hodgson,
Boz Scaggs,
Spandau Ballet,
Pylon,
Eric Copeland,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Christie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Womack,
Mr. Review,
LL Cool J,
Y Pants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül,
T. Rex,
Archie Shepp,
Eden Ahbez,
Urselle,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arthur Verocai,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.